Lit Heroes #20 - Rodin

When your are in a dead end, you best play it down
Like a whiteface clown. Or act it out.
Like Red Auguste, anatomizing, vicious brat
Beauty-stricken, thrashing the child out of innocence––
Since both hanker for this on their immaculate fell.

Wrists tied up to a ring fitted high on a pillar
Blindfolded and stripped to emotion by the way
Blameless candor magnifies into peccancy squirming
Whirled around by deprivation's dismally bland lash.

There are no more crank ideas once you feel twisted flesh
Hoisted under that callous a thumb to beat the hell out.
Once tickled where you itch, smart and prayers reach divinity
Answering them in a manner befitting to a supreme being:
Laughing out loud instead of whining once prone,
_________________________________unclamped.

When you'll have acquired some deeper knowledge, my
____________________________________weasel
There won't be any marks left if you apprehend that.
But there will last some joke entering the real world.

When your are in a dead-end, the best way to find out
Is vowing yourself to these scholarly shenanigans
To make belief that there is no executioner outside.

July 25, 2007